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“You have nothing to apologize for, my love. Are you okay to keep going, or would you like me to take you home?”
She sniffles, “I’ll stay with you if that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay, Moonlight.”
She slips her hand back into mine and waits for me to lead the way. With one last kiss, we resume the walkthrough. Each room is much the same as the living room. Furniture is overturned, contents of drawers strewn across the floor, belongings smashed.
As best I can tell without physically going through the debris, it doesn’t appear that anything is missing. This feels malicious. Like the person who did it was enraged and hell-bent on destroying everything I owned. The master bedroom is by far the worst. Deep gouges score the dresser and walls. A deep tear stretches the length of my mattress.
The level of violence here is startling.
Cordelya is shaking like a leaf, heart racing, breath coming in shallow pants.
Officer Burrows begins asking questions, but I shake my head, my focus solely on Cordelya.
“Cordelya, I need you to breathe with me. Okay? Look at me, Moonlight.”
Her eyes find mine, panicked and frightened.
I hate seeing her like this.
“Breathe, my love. In through the nose and out through the mouth.”
Her eyes close as she does as I asked, and she takes a deep breath in before slowly releasing it. After repeating the process a few more times, her breathing slows, along with her heart rate.
“How about I give Ember a call and see if she can come pick you up? I hate seeing you so upset, and I have no idea how long I’m going to be here.”
She sniffles but nods her head. I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to our friend group chat explaining the situation. My notification alerts go nuts as everyone responds. Once Ember confirms she’s on her way, I slip the phone back into my pocket and walk Cordelya out the front door to sit on the porch swing.
I nestle her into my side, wrapping my arm around her. She tucks her head between my collar and jaw and just melts into me. We sit quietly, swinging gently as we wait for Ember to arrive.
This was not how today was supposed to go.
We should still be in bed, tangled in each other's arms. I’d planned on waking her with my cock sliding inside of her and worshipping her body until I was certain she’d feel the ghost of me inside her for days. Then I would order us breakfast from Manny’s, something filling to replenish her strength, with the same coffee that had her making delicious sounds of appreciation when I brought it the other day.
The rest of the day would have been spent ravishing her, ensuring she was pleasured and taken care of in every way possible. We’d end the night with a romantic dinner, where I’d tell her she’s my mate.
Because I know now, without the shadow of a doubt, Cordelya is my mate.
It was unintentional. A complete accident. A consequence of the heat of passionate embrace.
When I’d gone down on her last night, my fangs had lengthened as they always do when I’m near her. She’d made such exquisite sounds of pleasure when I’d lightly scraped them along her sensitive pussy lips that I’d eagerly repeated the action.
It was in that frenzy that I drew blood. Not enough to freely bleed, but just enough that a few scant droplets escaped.
My whole body seized as her blood rang through me. Caramel and pear and everything Cordelya. My own personal ambrosia.
I can feel the beginnings of our bond forming, wisps of emotions flowing between us. Cordelya won’t notice, not at first. But over time, the bond will grow, tying us together mind, body, and soul.
I didn’t mean for it to happen, but now that it has, I want to tell her. Need to tell her.
But now the universe has shot me the bird and ruined my plans with this fucking break-in.
The sound of a car engine pulls me from my thoughts.
Cordelya sits up and turns to me. A surge of emotions slams into me as she grabs my face and kisses me like she’ll die if she doesn’t. I meet her passion stroke for stroke, pouting all my love for her into the embrace.
When we break apart, she kisses both cheeks and my lips.
